Danny at Nine

Pinewood Derby Champion Danny 

My boy Danny is nine. NINE.
He's tall as a beanpole, skinny as a rake, and funny as hell.
He's loving, gentle, bursting with energy, and far too much like me for his own good. Every day I see myself when I look at his, especially his personality. Oh lord.
I love holding his hand. He has the best hands.
I love watching him play when he's in the thick of an imaginative game on his own. I love watching him play with his friends. He's staunchly loyal to a little gaggle of boys from school & Scouts.

Slinky in a Box

Sometimes a picture comes along that makes you laugh every time you look at it.